The sun came out in beautiful warmth yesterday. It was perfection. My friend has been sick this week so I’ve been watching her 2 girls and we were able to break up the boredom and go outside for an adventure walk. We warmed our souls and kept track of the number of times Aika urinated – 7.
After dinner Eva wanted to go for a bike ride and we thought it was a fantastic idea. She ran outside to get her bike all ready while Michael and I gathered up shoes and a helmet. By the time we made it outside, she had changed her mind and said she just wanted to sit down. She was pale and sweaty and we did this all evening instead of enjoying the evening sun.
She and I were up most of the night while she heaved and groaned in agony. Around 4 AM I could tell she was restless and I suspected she didn’t want me in her bed anymore. My suspicion was verified when she declared in a weak, wobbly voice, “I don’t like how your breath smells.” I took my cue and went back to my own room. (And by the way, Eva, I don’t like how your Daddy’s breath smells but I still let him sleep in my bed. Just sayin’.)
We were scheduled to go to a birthday party this afternoon at an indoor bounce house place. We’re doing this instead.
That popcorn bucket is for puke – not popcorn.
I did manage to squeeze one little smile out of the poor girl though.
This is what I get for being nice and babysitting Typhoid Mary’s kids. Lesson learned.
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